Scott Seay and Brandon Russo are chasing down legendary creatures, one monster at a time! Scott, a cryptozoologist photographer, is on the trail again, this time following the legends of Sasquatch into the mountains of West Virginia. Brandon, still an unbeliever, has some vacation time coming up and enjoys hiking, so he accompanies his lover, along with a small group of Sasquatchers, in search of the elusive Bigfoot.<br><br>On their trek through the mountains, Scott and Brandon hear tales of other close encounters, deal with a pair of snobby lumbersexuals, and find mysterious hairs tangled in the underbrush. When the weather turns foul, and the group has to make it down the mountainside in front of a dangerous storm, will legends come to life? All they know is something is following them down the trail ... something with very bad intentions ...

Chasing Bigfoot

“Yeah, Kristi, what is it? We’re almost to base for the night.”


“Might want to consider comin’ back down,” Kristi’s voice crackled over the speaker phone, interrupted by bursts of static.


“You’ve got weather,” she said. “Based on your last reported elevation, it’s gonna be snow at the top, and that right a bit of it, and rain toward the base.”


Logan stared up at the sky, and then back down the mountain. “We’ll lose two days of our trip.”


“The hell we’re going back down,” Lennon snapped. “I haven’t spent five days being bored out of my mind with these losers to not get my credits.”


“Don’t worry, tough guy,” Cara said, her mouth curled in an exquisite sneer. “I’m sure us losers can think of something for you to do around the camp grounds to make up the extra credit. We do have a few horses in the stable, after all, and their stalls need cleaning, regularly.”


Chapter 11